everyone expecting Fanshaw would be thrown off his trail. That, and the extra syllable made it more difficult for trash-talking haiku poets to so easily appropriate his name for their pooperative slinging.

In any case, Carbuncle was ready to close the file on the potting shed events and move on to the more pressing matter of responsibility for the loose ceiling tiles in the natatorium, a matter which had been nearly forgotten after Chlo's abortive experiment with Basenji farming, and the subsequent events, which included the extinction of the human race, the rise of the nutria, the cloning and rebirth of humanity, Chlo's trip to Paris, the transmigration of Winonan Ryder and Edward Bulwer-Lytton, and other small matters which had nearly snuffed the flame of historical...

But fear not, Dear Reader. All this time, Puglover and Gordon had been studying the strange logo and attempting to get a logo match by doing Internet research using terms like "two-headed tortoise", "Stetson tortoise", "bizarre, murder creatures like tortoises", and ...

But fear not, Dear Reader. All this time, Puglover and Gordon had been studying the strange logo and attempting to get a logo match by doing Internet research using terms like "two-headed tortoise", "Stetson tortoise", "bizarre, murder creatures like tortoises", and ...

"teen aged girl + horses" the latter not seeming to have much to do with the logo, but Puglover insisted it would work.....

keyword search of "erotic equestrianism," which would occasionally yield, among the usual millions of meta-crawled hits, something about the two-headed tortoise, or at least its daily horoscope, which usually began, "You are a Gemini, which accounts for the two heads, and also your...."

"Andrzej - I am already in Phoenix on some unfinished 'clown' business but I require of you a favour. Here, take these." It was sheets and sheets of A4 paper. "Find some order in these here trees. Make them worthy of me!"

Andrzej rubbed his eyes and stuck a finger in his ear. Nope the paper was still falling from the sky. Slowly he began gathering it up sheet by sheet. To make sure he wasn't dreaming he hopped around on one leg singing "Polandia, Oh Polandia" and then wondered, "Nobody gives sheet in these days and age without there being catch. But do I give a sheet? I've never taken sheet from anybody and what is this speetil dreenk that makes you carazy? Murkin. What is murkin? And what is my favourite bend doing in here?

Andrzej never could make head nor tale of the papers. He arranged them into various groupings, set up some color coding for the more abstract regions of the manuscript and managed to blag a ticket back to his beloved Gdansk by shifting them on ebay disguised as